"Too late!--oh, not a bit of it!" Musgrave cried. His voice sank persuasively. "Why, Patricia, you are only thinking the matter over for the first time. You have only begun to think of it. Why, there is the boy--our boy, Patricia! Surely, you hadn"t thought of Roger?"
He had found the right chord at last. It quivered and thrilled under his touch; and the sense of mastery leaped in his blood. Of a sudden, he knew himself dominant. Her face was red, then white, and her eyes wavered before the blaze of his, that held her, compellingly.
"Now, honestly, just between you and me," the colonel said, confidentially, "was there ever a better and braver and quainter and handsomer boy in the world? Why, Patricia, surely, you wouldn"t willingly--of your own accord--go away from him, and never see him again? Oh, you haven"t thought, I tell you! Think, Patricia! Don"t you remember that first day, when I came into your room at the hospital and he--ah, how wrinkled and red and old-looking he was then, wasn"t he, little wife? Don"t you remember how he was lying on your breast, and how I took you both in my arms, and held you close for a moment, and how for a long, long while there wasn"t anything left of the whole wide world except just us three and G.o.d smiling down upon us? Don"t you remember, Patricia? Don"t you remember his first tooth--why, we were as proud of him, you and I, as if there had never been a tooth before in all the history of the world! Don"t you remember the first day he walked? Why, he staggered a great distance--oh, nearly two yards!--and caught hold of my hand, and laughed and turned back--to you. You didn"t run away from him then, Patricia. Are you going to do it now?"
She struggled under his look. She had an absurd desire to cry, just that he might console her. She knew he would. Why was it so hard to remember that she hated Rudolph! Of course, she hated him; she loved that other man yonder. His name was Jack. She turned toward Charteris, and the rea.s.suring smile with which he greeted her, impressed Patricia as being singularly nasty. She hated both of them; she wanted--in that brief time which remained for having anything--only her boy, her soft, warm little Roger who had eyes like Rudolph"s.
"I--I--it"s too late, Rudolph," she stammered, parrot-like. "If you had only taken better care of me, Rudolph! If--No, it"s too late, I tell you! You will be kind to Roger. I am only weak and frivolous and heartlesss. I am not fit to be his mother. I"m not fit, Rudolph!
Rudolph, I tell you I"m not fit! Ah, let me go, my dear!--in mercy, let me go! For I haven"t loved the boy as I ought to, and I am afraid to look you in the face, and you won"t let me take my eyes away--you won"t let me! Ah, Rudolph, let me go!"
"Not fit?" His voice thrilled with strength, and pulsed with tender cadences. "Ah, Patricia, I am not fit to be his father! But, between us--between us, mightn"t we do much for him? Come back to us, Patricia--to me and the boy! We need you, my dear. Ah, I am only a stolid, unattractive fogy, I know; but you loved me once, and--I am the father of your child. My standards are out-of-date, perhaps, and in any event they are not your standards, and that difference has broken many ties between us; but I am the father of your child. You must--you _must_ come back to me and the boy!" Musgrave caught her face between his hands, and lifted it toward his. "Patricia, don"t make any mistake!
There is nothing you care for so much as that boy. You can"t give him up! If you had to walk over red-hot ploughshares to come to him, you would do it; if you could win him a moment"s happiness by a lifetime of poverty and misery and degradation, you would do it. And so would I, little wife. That is the tie which still unites us; that is the tie which is too strong ever to break. Come back to us, Patricia--to me and the boy."
"I--Jack, Jack, take me away!" she wailed helplessly.
Charteris came forward with a smile. He was quite sure of Patricia now.
"Colonel Musgrave," he said, with a faint drawl, "if you have entirely finished your edifying and, I a.s.sure you, highly entertaining monologue, I will ask you to excuse us. I--oh, man, man!" Charteris cried, not unkindly, "don"t you see it is the only possible outcome?"
Musgrave faced him. The glow of hard-earned victory was pulsing in the colonel"s blood, but his eyes were chill stars. "Now, Jack," he said, equably, "I am going to talk to you. In fact, I am going to discharge an agreeable duty toward you."
Musgrave drew close to him. Charteris shrugged his shoulders; his smile, however, was not entirely satisfactory. It did not suggest enjoyment.
"I don"t blame you for being what you are," Musgrave went on, curtly.
"You were born so, doubtless. I don"t blame a snake for being what it is. But, when I see a snake, I claim the right to set my foot on its head; when I see a man like you--well, this is the right I claim."
Thereupon Rudolph Musgrave struck his half-brother in the face with his open hand. The colonel was a strong man, physically, and, on this occasion, he made no effort to curb his strength.
"Now," Musgrave concluded, "you are going away from this place very quickly, and you are going alone. You will do this because I tell you to do so, and because you are afraid of me. Understand, also--if you will be so good--that the only reason I don"t give you a thorough thrashing is that I don"t think you are worth the trouble. I only want Patricia to perceive exactly what sort of man you are."
The blow staggered Charteris. He seemed to grow smaller. His clothes seemed to hang more loosely about him. His face was paper-white, and the red mark showed plainly upon it.
"There would be no earthly sense in my hitting you back," he said equably. "It would only necessitate my getting the thrashing which, I can a.s.sure you, we are equally anxious to avoid. Of course you are able to knock me down and so on, because you are nearly twice as big as I am.
I fail to see that proves anything in particular. Come, Patricia!" And he turned to her, and reached out his hand.
She shrank from him. She drew away from him, without any vehemence, as if he had been some slimy, harmless reptile. A woman does not like to see fear in a man"s eyes; and there was fear in Mr. Charteris"s eyes, for all that he smiled. Patricia"s heart sickened. She loathed him, and she was a little sorry for him.
"Oh, you cur, you cur!" she gasped, in a wondering whisper. Patricia went to her husband, and held out her hands. She was afraid of him. She was proud of him, the strong animal. "Take me away, Rudolph," she said, simply; "take me away from that--that coward. Take me away, my dear. You may beat me, too, if you like, Rudolph. I dare say I have deserved it.
But I want you to deal brutally with me, to carry me away by force, just as you threatened to do the day we were married--at the Library, you remember, when the man was crying "Fresh oranges!" and you smelt so deliciously of soap and leather and cigarette smoke."
Musgrave took both her hands in his. He smiled at Charteris.
The novelist returned the smile, intensifying its sweetness. "I fancy, Rudolph," he said, "that, after all, I shall have to take that train alone."
Mr. Charteris continued, with a grimace: "You have no notion, though, how annoying it is not to possess an iota of what is vulgarly considered manliness. But what am I to do? I was not born with the knack of enduring physical pain. Oh, yes, I am a coward, if you like to put it nakedly; but I was born so, w.i.l.l.y-nilly. Personally, if I had been consulted in the matter, I would have preferred the usual portion of valor. However! the sanct.i.ty of the hearth has been most edifyingly preserved--and, after all, the woman is not worth squabbling about."
There was exceedingly little of the mountebank in him now; he kicked Patricia"s portmanteau, frankly and viciously, as he stepped over it to lift his own. Holding this in one hand, John Charteris spoke, honestly:
"Rudolph, I had a trifle underrated your resources. For you are a brave man--we physical cowards, you know, admire that above all things--and a strong man and a clever man, in that you have adroitly played upon the purely brutal traits of women. Any she-animal clings to its young and looks for protection in its mate. Upon a higher ground I would have beaten you, but as an animal you are my superior. Still, a thing done has an end. You have won back your wife in open fight. I fancy, by the way, that you have rather laid up future trouble for yourself in doing so, but I honor the skill you have shown. Colonel Musgrave, it is to you that, as the vulgar phrase it, I take off my hat."
Thereupon, Mr. Charteris uncovered his head with perfect gravity, and turned on his heel, and went down the road, whistling melodiously.
Musgrave stared after him, for a while. The l.u.s.t of victory died; the tumult and pa.s.sion and fervor were gone from Musgrave"s soul. He could very easily imagine the things Jack Charteris would say to Anne concerning him; and the colonel knew that she would believe them all. He had won the game; he had played it, heartily and skilfully and successfully; and his reward was that the old bickerings with Patricia should continue, and that Anne should be taught to loathe him. He foresaw it all very plainly as he stood, hand in hand with his wife.
But Anne would be happy. It was for that he had played.
VI
They came back to Matocton almost silently. The spell of the dawn was broken; it was honest, garish day now, and they were both hungry.
Patricia"s spirits were rising, as a b.u.t.terfly"s might after a thunderstorm. Since she had only a few months to live, she would at least not waste them in squabbling. She would be conscientiously agreeable to everybody.
"Ah, Rudolph, Rudolph!" she cooed, "if I had only known all along that you loved me!"
"My dear," he protested, fondly, "it seemed such a matter of course." He was a little tired, perhaps; the portmanteau seemed very heavy.
"A woman likes to be told--a woman likes to be told every day.
Otherwise, she forgets," Patricia murmured. Then her face grew tenderly reproachful. "Ah, Rudolph, Rudolph, see what your carelessness and neglect has nearly led to! It nearly led to my running away with a man like--like that! It would have been all your fault, Rudolph, if I had.
You know it would have been, Rudolph."
And Patricia sighed once more, and then laughed and became magnanimous.
"Yes--yes, after all, you are the boy"s father." She smiled up at him kindly and indulgently. "I forgive you, Rudolph," said Patricia.
He must have shown that pardon from Patricia just now was not unflavored with irony, for she continued, in another voice: "Who, after all, is the one human being you love? You know that it"s the boy, and just the boy alone. I gave you that boy. You should remember that, I think--"
"I do remember it, Patricia--"
"I bore the child. I paid the price, not you," Patricia said, very quiet. "No, I don"t mean the price all women have to pay--" She paused in their leisurely progress, and drew vague outlines in the roadway with the ferrule of her umbrella before she looked up into Rudolph Musgrave"s face. She appraised it for a long while and quite as if her husband were a stranger.
"Yes, I could make you very sorry for me, if I wanted to." Her thoughts ran thus. "But what"s the use? You could only become an interminable nuisance in trying to soothe my dying hours. You have just obstinately squatted around in Lichfield and devoted all your time to being beautiful and good and mooning around women for I don"t know how many years. You make me tired, and I have half a mind to tell you so right now. And there really is no earthly sense in attempting to explain things to you. You have so got into the habit of being beautiful and good that you are capable of quoting Scripture after I have finished.
Then I would a.s.suredly box your jaws, because I don"t yearn to be a poor stricken dear and weep on anybody"s bosom. And I don"t particularly care about your opinion of me, anyway."
Aloud she said: "Oh, well! let"s go and get some breakfast."
VII
And thus the situation stayed. Patricia told him nothing. And Rudolph Musgrave, knowing that according to his lights he had behaved not unhandsomely, was the merest trifle patronizing and rather like a person speaking from a superior plane in his future dealings with Patricia.
Moreover, he was engrossed at this time by his scholarly compilation of Lichfield Legislative Papers prior to 1800, which was printed the following February.